It’s difficult to be sweet 16 “never been kissed.”  The worn hallways of high school remember the middle school years of braces, thick glasses and bookworm behavior.  Short bouncy haircuts and contact lenses can’t erase history.  Perky cheerleaders pair with golden boys.  The long-haired kids ditch class, sit on the grassy hillside, and smoke.  Somewhere in the middle, you slide from class to class.  Invisible.

In autumn, roots grow
strong while foliage sleeps; fields
full of poppies glow.

Prompts: We Write Poems for a poem that sends wisdom to your 16 year old self.



threatened our mountain
Sooty, wood-scented smoke
rose like an orange wave
over the ridge.
It curled its lip
at our fear
while flames rushed up shores
of brittle dry fields.
Some stood their ground,
holding a garden hose:
Ready.  Aim.

Prompt: We Write Poems challenged us to write a poem that begins and ends with the same word, but the word shifts meaning within the poem.

Blackberry Wine Specials

A scent – of summer,
of wild spinach or shale dust
and stagnant water –
rose briefly from the damp ground.

In the duffel bag at his side,
the Specials lolled and gurgled
with the train’s movement,
and inside,
the sediment of past summers
like crimson slurry.

The Specials moved imperceptively,
shifting, snuggling,
rubbing up against each other
like sleeping cats,

This is similar to a cento poem, but instead of using lines of poetry, you use lines of prose from a novel you like.  The prompt came from We Write Poems: Finding Pearls.  I used lines from Joanne Harris’ book “Blackberry Wine.”

The Face of my Father

I have
a staircase nose
and long
with a gypsy hook.

My eyes
gold flecked emerald
are rimmed
with inky lashes
that brushed my swim goggles
like crushed
spider legs.

The creases
at the corners
of my lips and eyes
are serious
with the knife
of a life
spent pondering
and perfecting
instead of laughing.


I used three prompts when I wrote this poem.  First up (from oldest prompt to most recent), I used Poetry Mixtape 21 prompt of K.I.S.S.  The goal was to write a three sentence (not lines) poem where the title has significance.  The second prompt is from WWP #108: Write a poem about your face.  The last prompt is Margo’s prompt to use images and to use line breaks as punctuation.